he sits in a room down the dead end streetdirty old T-shirt sweating in the heathe's got no girl and no money for a drinkno deeper way to sinkno deeper way

he was looking for a job, jobs are hard to findeveryday the same things torture his mindbuilt himself a worldto leave those troubles behindI'm sorry that world ain't mineI'm sorry that world ain't mine

once we were friends but that is long agoin 1987 I decided to goI left him in his room down the dead end streetnow I've heard he's killed his neighbours dogjust to have a piece of meat